Yesterday, we got our son's "1 year old" pictures done at a Target Portrait studio in Fridley. We had gotten them done at Target for Christmas, but at the local store in Roseville - it's closer to us. Because that one is being remodeled, we had to go to one further away. It was an alright experience; the pictures turned out really nice, and the sheets were cheap. But I realized three things that drive me crazy about getting professional portraits done at a studio.
Or at least this one is particular.
#1 - Why does the photographer seem to think that THEY, and only THEY, can make a toddler laugh? If a feather duster tickling his face and fake high pitched sneezing won't make him laugh, here's a thought: LET THE FRIGGIN' PARENTS DO IT! Wouldn't that make more sense? Wouldn't THEY know what makes the kid giggle? Heaven forbid.
#2 - Why do they insist that they captured the best pictures possible when the smile mom and dad want to see, isn't good enough for the photographer? I can't tell you how many times I heard "I clicked the button every time I saw a really cute smile." Um no. You didn't.
#3 - And why, pray tell, do the clerks selling you the poses insist on telling you which ones are better? I think I have the privilage to decide this, thanks. What the hell... I could have smacked her every time she butted in to say "Oh I like this one better than this one." or "I think the smile here better portrays the kind of child he is." ???? And you would know, how? Get your own kids!
I'm so glad the Roseville Target is going to be done in the fall. I'll never go back to the Fridley store. Grrrr.
And just to finish off my rant for the day:
So you all had the pleasure of reading my "collapsing a hammock" experience...today I decided it would be fun to injure myself further. I was trying to put up curtain rods in my living room and I cut the palm of my hand on a jagged edge of metal holding up the the blinds. AND (yep, there's an AND) I was making fried bananas and when I was done, I took the skillet to the sink and the underside of my arm touched the side of it and I could hear my skin sizzle. No joke. I'm currently typing with a towel-covered ice pack under my arm. Ouch.
Damn, I suck.
Or at least this one is particular.
#1 - Why does the photographer seem to think that THEY, and only THEY, can make a toddler laugh? If a feather duster tickling his face and fake high pitched sneezing won't make him laugh, here's a thought: LET THE FRIGGIN' PARENTS DO IT! Wouldn't that make more sense? Wouldn't THEY know what makes the kid giggle? Heaven forbid.
#2 - Why do they insist that they captured the best pictures possible when the smile mom and dad want to see, isn't good enough for the photographer? I can't tell you how many times I heard "I clicked the button every time I saw a really cute smile." Um no. You didn't.
#3 - And why, pray tell, do the clerks selling you the poses insist on telling you which ones are better? I think I have the privilage to decide this, thanks. What the hell... I could have smacked her every time she butted in to say "Oh I like this one better than this one." or "I think the smile here better portrays the kind of child he is." ???? And you would know, how? Get your own kids!
I'm so glad the Roseville Target is going to be done in the fall. I'll never go back to the Fridley store. Grrrr.
And just to finish off my rant for the day:
So you all had the pleasure of reading my "collapsing a hammock" experience...today I decided it would be fun to injure myself further. I was trying to put up curtain rods in my living room and I cut the palm of my hand on a jagged edge of metal holding up the the blinds. AND (yep, there's an AND) I was making fried bananas and when I was done, I took the skillet to the sink and the underside of my arm touched the side of it and I could hear my skin sizzle. No joke. I'm currently typing with a towel-covered ice pack under my arm. Ouch.
Damn, I suck.
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No one is THAT danger prone.
You've become a walking life insurance commercial.